WRATH

Across pantheons, the gods were mirrors of human truth refined to its extremes. Their wrath was purposeful. It emerged only when harmony fractured beyond repair.

What mortals called , was to the divine,

Restoration.

Fury

Civilizations have called it a ; philosophers, a truth unveiled.

Sin

There is a moment before it takes form - an inhale suspended between and .

Restraint

Ruin

In that stillness lies its truest nature: not chaos,

but .

Consequence.

Every age has tried to tame it. And yet, it abides

Untamed.

It is the primal of the world, the memory of integrity that refuses to die.

Conscience

When tempered, it forges ; when neglected, it corrodes the .

change

Soul

True wrath is never aimless. It knows what must fall

for the to return.

balance

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It is the unseen architect of revolutions, the unspoken courage in quiet rebellion, the hand that dismantles so that

may breathe again.

Truth

False Gods

Beneath its fire lies something achingly :

Pure

A yearning for ,

Restoration

For justice by compromise.

unbent

We do not extinguish it; we it.

refine

We learn its

Cadence

Wield its ,

Precision

And let it the world anew.

forge

Then in its rarest form, when folds into ,

Destruction

Creation

becomes

WRATH

Transcendence